Urban Medical God - Chapter 7548

“What magic weapon?”

Ye Chen asked quickly.

“The Thirty-Three Heavenly Sacred Artifact, one of Hongjun’s Seven Treasures, the man slaughters the Holy Grail!”

Emperor Chaos Yan said sonorously.

“Hongjun Qibao, people slaughter the Holy Grail?”

Ye Chen’s pupils shrank slightly. You know, Hongjun Qibao is all made by Hongjun’s ancestors, and each of them has extremely powerful power.

For example, the magic compass tower in the hands of Mozu Wutian is one of the seven treasures of Hongjun.

Ye Chen didn’t expect that in the treasures of Emperor Chaos Yan, there was also a magic weapon left by Hongjun, called the Holy Grail of Human Tumor.

“This person who slaughtered the Holy Grail was made by Hongjun’s ancestor himself.”

“In those days, the ancestor Hongjun tried countless ways to prove that there is nothingness in the Tao.”

“Among them, he has tried to kill the Dao, killing hundreds of millions of creatures in the universe, and accumulating endless blood for killing evil.”

Chaos Yandi said with emotion in his voice.

“Billions of creatures in the universe? Hongjun ancestor actually…”

Ye Chen felt incredible.

Emperor Chaos Yan glanced at Ye Chen, and said with a little disdain: “Hehe, otherwise, do you think that the ancestor Hongjun is a good person? For them, there is no difference between good and bad. The secular morals of good and evil, for them, Just like shit, everything can be killed in order to prove the truth.”

Ye Chen’s heart was shocked. Thinking about it carefully, Emperor Chaos Yan was right.

How could a big man like Hongjun’s ancestor stick to secular morality, as long as he has the ability to resolve the cause and effect of the blood and kill hundreds of millions of people, that is a matter of flicking his fingers.

The Emperor Chaos Yan continued: “The man who killed the Holy Grail is the ancestor of Hongjun, cast from the blood and bones of hundreds of millions of creatures, and then tempered with his own killing intent, the aura is extremely terrifying.”

“Old ancestor Hongjun, there was a nickname called’Ren Tu’ back then, and the people he left behind were killing the Holy Grail, murderous.”

“I got the Holy Grail of Human Slaying by accident back then, and Daoxin was almost swallowed by endless killing intent just by touching it.”

“The Holy Grail is really unimaginable and terrifying.”

The Chaos Flame Emperor’s voice had a hint of fear. Even at his peak, he could hardly resist the murderous aura of that person slaughtering the Holy Grail.

One can imagine how terrifying that man slaughtered the Holy Grail.

“Boy, if you want to prove the truth by killing, you should look for my treasure. The most precious magic weapon in my treasure house is the man who killed the Holy Grail.”

“Your Dao heart is strong, and you may be able to withstand the impact of the slaughter of the Holy Grail.”

After listening to the words of Emperor Chaos Yan, Ye Chen was still in great shock and horror.

Where did he think that Hongjun’s ancestor was actually a human slaughter, who had killed countless creatures in order to prove the Tao of Wuwu.

That man slaughtered the Holy Grail by casting countless blood, bones, corpses, human lives, and killing thoughts.

If he could really get the Holy Grail of Human Slaying and succeed in refining it, perhaps Ye Chen would be able to prove the Dao by killing and comprehend the ultimate meaning of the Bing Jue, without having to kill his relatives and friends so cruelly.

“Senior, where is the location of your treasure, in the realm of fire, where is it?”

Ye Chen asked quickly. Valley

If you want to get the Holy Grail of Human Slaughter, you must at least find the Realm of Leaving Fire.

Emperor Chaos Yan rolled his eyes and said, “Where do I know, the world has changed, the mountains and rivers have turned, and the vicissitudes of life have passed. After so long, even myself, I can’t find the existence of the realm of fire, and I can only rely on you.”

Ye Chen was a little speechless, and said, “Okay.”

Right now, Ye Chen condensed his mind and continued to guide the Nine Nether Sword Soul in the Tingyu Sword into the Reincarnation Heaven Sword.

…

At this time, Ye Wu endless was defeated, and returned to the sword gate of the Supreme World in frustration.

Rumble—

The entire sword gate was covered with haze, thunderclouds trembling, and a trace of disaster, covering the four fields, seemed very surprised.

When Ye Wuendi saw this, he was secretly startled, knowing that he had lost the Tingyu Sword, which caused a great omen and unexpected disaster, shrouded in Jianmen Mountain Gate.

“Endless, the master will tell you to go over!”

A few streams of light, lasing from a distance, and descending in front of Ye Wu Endless, are the elders of Jianmen.

The head of the person was the old man who wanted to stop Ye Wu-endi before he set off.

“Elder Song, I…”

Ye Wu-Endless was ashamed, her eyes frustrated.

The elder’s name was Song Ji, and he said coldly: “Needless to say, the instructor tells you to go over immediately!”

Ye Wu Endless nodded sadly: “Yes.”

He knew that he was defeated and lost Tingyujian. This matter is of great importance and must have affected the cause and effect of heaven.

Even if he didn’t say anything, the high-levels of Jianmen would know the ins and outs after seeing the disaster coming.

Ye Wu endless strode into the mountain gate, thunderstorms thundered in the sky, and he only felt a bleak moment.

Walking all the way, Ye Wu Endless came to the cave house taught by Jianmen Master.

Jianmen Master teaches, UU reading www. uukanshu.com’s name is Zhang Qingyu, a master of the immeasurable Tianjun level.

There is a painting hanging in his cave.

Ye Wuendi lowered his head and walked into the painting.

Zhang Qingyu’s proving that there is no failure back then, the body was crushed into a piece of paper, and life in the real world was quite difficult, so at ordinary times, he always retreats in the world in the painting.

In the world in the painting, the mountains and rivers are stained with ink, everything is hazy, and the appearance is stained with clear water and ink.

Every step Ye Wuendi took, there was a pool of ink rippling under her feet.

Not long after he came in, Song Ji and other elders also followed in.

In the landscape with ink splashing ahead, the ink rhyme fluttered and twisted, and the figure of Zhang Qingyu, the master of swordsman, gathered.

Zhang Qingyu carried his hands on his back, his eyes were not angry and pretentious, staring at Ye Wu-endian, and said:

“Endless, you challenged the Lord of Reincarnation. What was the result?”